1. Poems describing the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor. Patriotism is the fire of a nation’s existence!

Heroes full of patriotic feelings are the backbone of a nation. A nation without heroes is a pitiful nation; a nation that has heroes but does not know how to cherish them is a miserable nation.

Fortunately, our Chinese nation is a nation where heroes emerge in large numbers, and we also have the tradition of advocating patriotic heroes that "green mountains are lucky enough to bury loyal bones, and white iron is innocent to cast sycophants."

This is the pride of the Chinese people!

The spirit of patriotism permeates the entire land of China, and the feeling of patriotism has penetrated into the hearts of countless Chinese people. Looking back on the long history, the deeds of many patriotic ancestors have been passed down through the ages.

Yue Fei, the famous anti-gold general of the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote in "The River is Red": "The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed; driving a long chariot through the Helan Mountains...", that is how heroic; whenever I recall the lives of these heroes

When I remember the past, my whole body will be filled with excitement and emotion!

Gu Yanwu's "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country" often echoes in the ears of the Chinese people. Fan Zhongyan's "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness" inspires the Chinese people to move forward bravely!

2. A first-grade composition describing Huangling. The wind was blowing, but it couldn't resist the golden brilliance of the setting sun.

Night was coming, and I stood on the mountain, looking at the quiet and spectacular canyon to the north and the steep cliffs to the south.

Looking at the palm-sized peripheral light in the west, I instantly felt that nature is so beautiful!

The sky gradually darkened, and the bright moon was like a jade plate set in the dark sky, adding a touch of loneliness.

Look, over there, that's the market in Huangling.

Huangling is different from other places. Although it is prosperous, it is very quiet. This is the quiet beauty of Huangling.

In this mountain, there are a few birds chirping from time to time, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the wind.

All of this is like an elegant song sent by the mountains to the night sky. People can't help but marvel, it's so beautiful!

Not only that, if you are lucky enough to visit Huangling during the day, what you see and hear can really be described as "small bridges and flowing water, people's houses".

When I came here for the first time, I saw a scene like this: cottages dotted among the orchards, smoke curling from cooking stoves, misty, green trees, red walls, and black tiles, an idyllic rural scene.

Looking around, the fields are blooming with wild flowers; various crops in the farmland are full of vitality under the sunshine.

In the stream, clear water flows, and the stream runs happily, as if singing the hymn of summer. On the stream, there is an old wooden bridge. Next to the wooden bridge, there is a wide grassland, where the children play

It’s so pleasant to fly kites and play games.

People work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a peaceful life of helping each other.

This is the most beautiful scene I have seen in my summer vacation. Maybe, in the minds of others, this is not beautiful, but in my heart, Huangling is the most beautiful place.

3. At the beginning of the 600-word essay on reading Huanglingbo, the cypress is placed on the bridge mountain between the barren hills and under the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum. It tells us that the cypress tree the author sees is the cypress of the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum and is the site of the station.

The cypresses seen from a bird's-eye view in the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, only with the bird's-eye view here, can we have a series of anthropomorphic associations with these cypress trees.

In particular, some of the key sentences play an important role in clarifying the ideas of the article and grasping the author's emotions.

Open the textbook and you will see that the mastery of language by literature writers is truly admirable.

For example, at the beginning: "Hundreds of miles from Tongchuan to the north, there are all naked barren mountains and bald ridges. When we reach Qiaoshan, we are surprisingly covered with cypress trees." The words "all" and "surprisingly" here form a distinct contrast.

The contrast highlights the uniqueness of Huangling cypress.

The "Huang Ling" in the title is said to be the tomb of Xuanyuan Huangdi, the common ancestor of all ethnic groups in the Central Plains. The word "surprising" gives us a mysterious atmosphere.

Next, there is a description of a cypress tree: one tree and one green wave, rolling up layer by layer, like a three-dimensional lake.

That language is like a poem, wonderful!

We try to use the Enter key to poeticize it: A tree, a green wave, rolling up layer by layer, a three-dimensional lake. If a tree is a lake, then the entire cypress trees in the Huangdi Mausoleum are like the ocean.

“When the sky clears up, the lake remains motionless and becomes faintly blue; when it’s windy and rainy, the mountains gently sway, and the green becomes deeper, greener, and greener, and finally, it seems to become more crystal clear. Here,

In the yellow-brown world, it is like a huge emerald, reflecting everything brilliantly. "Comparing Huangling Cypress to an "emerald", this emerald is really brilliant in the yellow-brown world.

Candi is "surprisingly".

Following the author's route, "There is a small road on the mountain. Climb up it with twists and turns. There are mounds of earth on the top of the mountain. It looks like a mountain on a mountain: this is the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor." Following the author's gaze, "Standing

When I looked down at the mausoleum, I realized that there was no running spring in the mountain, and no birds or animals could be seen. The cypress trees suddenly fell to the ground, and the ground was like drizzle, and my nose and mouth were filled with the fragrance of cypress trees.